这些美好不会消逝

--by Charles Dickens                   
The pure,the bright,the beautiful,     
That stirred our hearts in youth,      
The impulses to wordless prayer,       
The dreams of love and truth;          
The longing after something's lost,    
The spirit's yearning cry;             
The striving after better hopes--      
These things can never die.            

The timid hand stretched forth to aid  
A brother in his need,                 
A kindly word in grief's dark hour     
That proves a friend indeed;           
The plea for mercy softly breathed,    
When justice threatens nigh；           
The sorrow of a contrite heart--       
These things shall never die.          

Let nothing pass for every hand        
Must find some work to do ;            
Lose not a chance to waken love--      
Be firm,and just ,and true;            
So shall a light that cannot fade      
Beam on thee from on high.             
And angel voices say to thee---        
These things shall never die.